Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 20 Solving ([-])

Spoil yourself?
She just felt that the pain of being bitten was far inferior to the indescribable pain in her heart.

She is a modern person, not an ancient person.

Modern people cherish life, unlike the ancient people, the imperial power is honored and honored, and the lives of common people are worthless.

So many people who died in front of me still died of starvation and freezing. In modern times, as long as they are diligent and willing to work, who will starve to death?Even a beggar on the side of the road earns more than those wage earners in a month.

But now, in front of her eyes, with so many corpses, so many people in such distress, Qiao Yurong felt her chest was sore, swollen and tight.

"My king is fine, Lao Mo, take him to Mrs. Bagui's place to drink a bowl of wontons to warm himself up. He has no relatives, so let him take good care of him." Qiao Yurong said, frowning.

Lao Mo nodded in agreement.

The alley that was crowded with people and corpses just now was cleaned up by Qiao Yurong's men in less than a quarter of an hour.

This is thanks to Qiao Yurong's notoriety of "ruthlessness". The people around him, for fear of offending Qiao Yurong, would kill them as soon as their brains got hot, so they handled things very quickly.

Qiao Yu endured the soreness in her chest, sniffed, and walked to Mrs. Bagui's stall.

Aunt Bagui is cooking wontons quickly. Fortunately, she makes about [-] bowls of wontons every day. She just launched the stall in the morning, and it hasn’t opened yet. Qiao Yurong is her first customer. There are so many wontons, these can be moved around Those who still have the strength to eat can almost get a bowl for each person.

Qiao Yurong watched those people eat wontons, gobbled them all up with a bowl, and some were so hungry that they looked at Aunt Bagui eagerly after eating a bowl, but Aunt Bagui only had so many wontons, no more There is no way to conjure up a second bowl.

"Ma'am, thank you for your hard work." Qiao Yurong thanked Ba Gui.

There are so many people cooking so many wontons in such a short period of time. It is obviously a cold winter, but Bagui is sweating on his forehead as he looks at it, which is exhausting enough.

How did Qiao Yurong know that Aunt Bagui was not sweating from exhaustion, but cold sweat from panic.

Aunt Bagui's face was still trembling, because she was so frightened that Qiao Yurong would settle accounts with her and deceive her, so she couldn't even say a word.

Qiao Yurong asked with a good temper: "Is the five taels of silver enough?"

There are more than 100 bowls of wontons, and I don't know if the five taels of silver are enough.

Aunt Bagui nodded again and again: "Enough! Enough! A bowl of folk women's wontons originally sold for five cents, and these five taels of silver are enough."

Normally, she would sell more than [-] bowls of wontons at most, and she would have to stay until night to sell them all. Now she sold them out in one morning, and the prince gave five taels of silver, so she still made money.

Qiao Yurong glanced at the little boy who was helping Aunt Bagui to light the fire. Seeing that he seemed to be looking at him with a puzzled face, he smiled, looked away, looked at Mr. Mo and said, "Old Mo, you arrange some people to take these homeless beggars away. Arrange to enter the palace, or find a yard where they can shelter and let them have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and then arrange for someone to send them some quilts and clothes, and arrange some food for them."

After a pause, Qiao Yurong's eyes were solemn: "Remember, these people are the subjects of this king, so they must be treated well."

Eunuch Mo lowered his head, nodded heavily, and immediately went to arrange for people to do these things.

　Ask for collection, ask for collection!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)